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Chapter 14

Author: P.M.I Charlotte
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-02 16:10:14

HULIO.

Evening.

We’re tangled in my sheets. Ashley beneath me, writhing, gasping, alive under my mouth. Her pussy’s hot, slick, sweet as sin. I suck her clit, slow and deliberate. She moans, fingers tangled in my hair, nails raking down my bare back.

I slide a finger inside her—deep, curling. Her legs fall open wider, welcoming me. I stroke her, tease her, toy with her beautiful folds.

“Cum for me, Ashley… Don’t stop,” I growl into her heat.

We’ve been at it since lunch. Neither of us made it back to the office. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve taken her—and how many times she’s taken me. Just thinking of sliding inside her again, I harden.

I pull her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. Her lips part. We’re both panting. I thrust in. Slow. Torturous. Inch by inch, her pussy spreads for me, pulling me in. She’s molten inside.

“Hulio…” she cries, voice raw, unguarded.

God, I love the sound of her unraveling.

She rolls her hips. I suck her nipples, then slide my ha
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